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A/N Nerwen Aldarion: The last scene is mine. I'm sorry Miranda 2 that you didn't lik the day planner idea, we needed something else in Grissom's box and it added some humor. But do not worry the day planner has had it's 15 minuets of fame. Thanks for reviewing all of you, thank you Moggie for reviewing I am glad that you liked my fic after having a rough day. Reviews from all of my fans make my day.
A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: Hey I finally wrote something, hope you guys enjoy it.
Nick walked into the Break Room. The Coffee Machine was calling his name. He saw the Greg sipping his own cup of Blue Hawaiian, and looking at Crime scene photos. The rookie CSI was working on a case with Sara. The thought of her made the corner of Nick's lips twitch into a smirk. Boy it felt good knowing that girl had a skeleton in her closet.
"Hey Greg," Nick said pouring his coffee.
"What's up Nick?"
"Aw nothing much, got some prints on AFIS," Nick said, "How's your case with Sara?"
"I saw her leave Trace a few minutes ago; we found some glass at the scene, but she didn't say if she got anything," Greg grinned a little, "I think she's hiding something about the case from me."
Nick took a swig of his coffee, "Yeah well that girl has a lot to hide."
Wait, did he just say that? Oh crap!
"I didn't say anything bro," Nick tried to cover himself up.
"I'm hooked, so real me in," Greg's way of saying I want details.
"Look I...I don't know anything."
"Yeah a comment like that says you don't know anything."
"Sara will kill me if I tell you."
"Please Nick, please," Greg whined, "I need some good dirt on her."
"No way man," Nick said.
"Fine, I'll try and drag it out of Sara than."
"Man, that's suicide."
"I know, and since you don't want to lose me, tell me."
"Alright, alright," Nick said in defeat, "Remember the other day we went to Grissom's to help with some junk?"
"Yeah, I had a hot date, so I couldn't come."
"Right," Nick said sarcastically, "Anyways, Catherine and I stumbled on an old box in Grissom's guest room. Guess what was inside."
"Uh, old socks?" He guessed.
"Use your imagination Greg."
"Fine, the head of an ex girlfriend."
"So now Grissom is a maniac," Nick stated.
"You told me to use my imagination."
"Well you have a sick mind," Nick shook his head, "We found a bunch of poems, a day planner and three photos, from one of those machines at the mall."
"And who was in the photos?" Greg inquired.
"You're not gonna believe this," Nick smiled, "Sara."
"Sara."
"And Grissom...kissing."
Greg's face was mixture of shock and horror, "Define kissing."
"What do you mean define kissing; you claim you do it all the time."
"I know but there are different types of kisses," Greg blathered, "There's friendly kisses, dating kisses, I love you kisses, married kisses...."
"Alright I get the picture."
"So which one was it?"
"Well it wasn't friendly kissing, I can tell you that right now."
"So you mean, Sara...Grissom...dating?" Greg stuttered.
"Yep," Nick grinned.
"Now?"
"Nope, it happened in San Francisco."
"Man I wanted some good dirt, and you gave me some great mud!"
"Hey keep your mouth shut," Nick warned, "Cath and I don't want our heads on a spike."
"I will," Greg said, "But you said there were three photos?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well that means it was torn in half, so what happened to the other three photos?"
Nick smiled, "That's a good question, and there is only one person that knows."
Sara ran into Greg in the DNA lab.
"Hey, I finally got a hit on our glass."
"You did?" He asked.
"Yeah, its glass from a red bulb used to print out photos."
"Speaking of photo's," Greg said with a devilish grin. He briefly remembered his promise to Nick, but he couldn't resist, "What ever happened to the other three?"
"What?" Sara looked at him quizzically, "The crime scene photos are in the file, are we missing any?"
"No, I mean the photos you and Grissom made in San Francisco, you know of you two kissing."
Sara's face paled. Her eyes went as wide as saucers at his words, "How...who...what?"
"So tell me," Greg said loving her reaction.
"How did you find out about those?"
"Oh, I'm not one to give up my sources," He grinned.
"You better tell me Greg, I'm CSI I know how to hide bodies," She commented icily.
"Yikes," Greg cringed.
"Tell me, how do know."
She put a hand on his arm and squeezed.
"Um...okay," He gave in, "Nick told me."
"Nick told you, huh," She glared.
"Um, yes."
"Thank you Greg," She said giving him one last look; then left the Lab.
It didn't take Sara long to find Nick. He was still waiting for AFIS to give him a hit, and Catherine had joined him.
"Hey Sara, wow you don't look so good."
"Apparently someone didn't listen when we talked about talking behind someone's back."
Oh he knew what she must be talking about. He would get Greg later.
"Well apparently someone didn't listen to the Ten Commandments, Thou shalt not lie."
"What happened between me and Grissom was personal, alright; I didn't want it to be spread out all over the Lab."
"Greg wasn't supposed to tell you we know."
"We? Who's this we?" Sara asked frantically. She looked at Catherine who didn't look surprised by all of this, "You know too?"
"Uh...yeah," Catherine said hesitantly.
"I...I don't believe this," Sara said, "I don't believe this. How did the two of you find out? He didn't..."
"No," Catherine said, "Grissom didn't tell us anything. We found a box with all these things I assumed you either gave him or you both did when you were together."
"Yeah," Nick said, "We found those photos, a few poems, a day planner and a couple of other things."
"Oh," Sara said sitting down, "I...I didn't know he kept all of that."
"It looks like you two really had a good relationship," Catherine said.
"Yeah, I guess, while it lasted," Sara said sadly.
Sara got up to leave, but Nick stopped her, "Hey Sara, what ever happened to the other half of the photos?"
Sara shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. I probably threw them away along time ago."
She left them alone in the Break Room stunned.
"I guess she's not interested," Nick said.
"Yeah," Catherine sighed, "I guess not."
Catherine stood in front of Sara's door. A week ago Sara had borrowed a forensics text book of Catherine's and Catherine needed it back. After today's encounter with the brunette she had pondered going over there after all, but in the end she decided that it would be best to go over there now. Besides something had been bothering her, something that she needed to know, and her gut told her that she had to go to Sara's apartment that day. The door swung open.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Sara asked after seeing that it was Catherine at the door.
"I just wanted to know if you were done with that textbook and wanted to know if I could have it back."
"Sure, come in, I'll get it for you."
Catherine had been in Sara's apartment a few times; not surprising it hadn't changed much. Sara walked into her bedroom to retrieve Catherine's book. A box on the coffee table caught Catherine's stare. She saw various items in the box, a velvet box, a brochure, some notes. And on top of it all, three photos from a machine at the mall. The other half of Grissom's!
"Here it is, I knew it was...somewhere." She slowed when she saw Catherine, the photos in hand.
Catherine looked up at Sara, saying the only words that came to mind, "You little liar."
A/N: DUH DUH DUHHHHHHH!!!! Sara lied weee, but what happens next the more reviews equal less time to wait and find out